XXXXXXX-Hey!..sorry it took so long for chapter three...but alas, I have been busy..so here 'tis... enjoy!-XXXXXXX

There was silence for what felt like forever. Then the silence was broken by Christian's sobbing, he layed curled in a ball crying like a child. Make up running down her face, Helena decided to approach him with caution. She put a hand on his shoulder, he flinched but other then that, payed no attention. She then started rubing his back. "Im...s..sorry..." Christian said with a shakey voice. She continued to comfort him. "It's okay..." She said reassuringly. He then slowly wrapped his arms around her and she held him back until the both fell asleep like that on the dusty floor.

When Helena woke up she was alone on the floor, but she had a blanket on her. She sat up and looked around the room for Christian, but he wasn't there. She then stood up and walked toward the table where there was a a note addressed to her. It read: "Helena, I have just left for a walk, and to get some breakfast. Sincerely, Christian". After reading the note she walked over to a chair and sat down. Then suddenly there was banging at the door. Startled, she wondered if she should answer it, seeing as it wasn't her apartment. She decided not to, and stood silent until a note was slid under the door, then she heard the footsteps of the unknown stranger get distant. Then she slowly walked towards the note. It was an envelope and it had Christians name on the front. She had an over whelming urge to open it, but didn't. She sat it down beside the type writer and looked out the window. She seen a man with red hair leaving the building.

Suddenly, Christian entered the room. "I got us some food" He said with his head down. "Oh...um..thank you" She said. "Oh, and someone put that, letter under the door" she said while pointing to the envelope on the table. Christian walked over and picked it up, suddenly his face expression changed, from slightly happy, to sad. He then opened the letter and began to read. Helena tried to read every single body movement, every breath, every blink. But he didn't move at all. He just stood and read the letter. When he finally finished it. He placed it back on the table and looked blankly at the floor. "Um...if you don't mind me asking, um, what did it say, I mean..are you alright?.." She said hesitently. "I need to go.." he said while still stareing off into deep nothingness. "You can stay here if you like, but.. I just need to go somewhere..to..um..do, uh, pick up somethings.." he said very disoriented, while putting his boots and coat on. Then without waiting for a responce, he shut the door.

Christian ran down the stairs, but as soon as he got through the doors outside. His pace quickly slowed down, almost like he was afraid of where he was going. But thats beacause, he was. Deathly afraid. He had to go to the Moulin rouge. The note had said that he was to go down there to pick up some of Satine's things that he had forgotten. Because you see, that trunk that he kept so secret and clean in his apartment, was full of Satine's things. When she had died, Zidler had no need for them, so he told Christian to take it all. But apparently, according to the note, they had forgotten some things. So he was on his way there to get them.

When he got there. Harold met him at the door. "Here, come with me" Harold said while leading him to a room. They walked in and Harold handed him a book. "Whats this?" Christian asked. "Im not really sure, we found it in Satine's old dressing room. It only has paintings in it." Harold responded, while looking at how much Christian had changed since the last time he had seen him. He had gotten alot worse.

Christian opened the book. It had beautiful paintings in it. There were people and birds, among other things. But mostly they were pictures of the sky, and the clouds. Then suddenly he flipped to a page which had a painting of him. "Are you sure this was hers?" He asked, amazed at the likeness of the painting. "pretty sure, I remember her paining in it.." He said with sadness in his voice. "Well, um..thanks.." Christian said while pressing the book against his chest. Christian began to walk towards the door when Harold stoped him. "Are you just going to replace her like that.." He said while attempting to look him in the eyes. "What are you talking abou.." Christian began, but Harold had already left the room. Confused and full of many emotions, Christian started home.

On the way home he decided to sit down and look at the rest of the beautiful paintings in the book. He had no idea that she had possesed such talent. She could have become something, people would have remembered her name. But now she was nothing but a lingering thought to some people. Christian began to cry at these thoughts. Some people new satine. But as soon as they died, she would be known to know one. Only him.

After a while it began to get dark, and he began to head home. When he got into his apartment it looked cleaner. Alot cleaner, he then looked over and saw Helena folding clothes that looked washed. "Im sorry, I just felt that you deserved something from me in return for leting me stay here.." she said to him when she noticed him standing in the room. "Thank you.." He said looking around. "Where is my story?" He said suddenly with a jump. "Pardon?" she said surprised. "My story..where is it? is it out of order?..where did you put it?" He asked while beginning to panic. "You mean those piles of paper that were beside the type writer? I put them on that book shelf with some of the other books I found." She said while pointing. Christian walked over and picked them up to make sure it was them, he then set them back down with a sigh of releif. She then sat down on a chair, and he joined her across the other side.

XXXXXXX-So yeah...im sorry if this one was bad aswell, but I have been rushing it, because I don't want people to think that I got bored with my story and stopped, because I didn't!..so yes...-XXXXXXX

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